Rachael Williams adjusted her black rimmed glasses on her face, her long red mane of hair neatly combed and brushed, one side of hair falling over her forehead. The young woman had been doing this for just a few years, but she knew she did pretty well, considering how many patience say they're satisfied by her. She was the type of therapist to really dig deep inside of someone, to try and coax their inner feelings out with gentle words and an even gentler heart. She'd let them talk for most of the time, pausing in between to ask questions and elaborate though, and would give her opinion on the matter.
Today though she was supposed to be meeting with a patient that had her..quirks so to say. From reading about her Rachael knew this was going to be a bit of a challenge. That was okay, she was confident she could talk to her.
The redhead leaned back against her black chair, hands folded on her desk as she looked around her room. The interior of it was laced with pictures of calming effects such as roses, boats, and sunny skies. It was to create a comfortable niche as opposed to a dreaded one that some therapists donned upon their offices.
Now the only thing to do was wait.
Today though she was supposed to be meeting with a patient that had her..quirks so to say. From reading about her Rachael knew this was going to be a bit of a challenge. That was okay, she was confident she could talk to her.
The redhead leaned back against her black chair, hands folded on her desk as she looked around her room. The interior of it was laced with pictures of calming effects such as roses, boats, and sunny skies. It was to create a comfortable niche as opposed to a dreaded one that some therapists donned upon their offices.
Now the only thing to do was wait.